I'm obsessed. That is all I can say. I'm obsessed with the Harry Potter series and to be specific, Sirius Black. To try and contain the obsession I discuss the topic with the one among my friends who understands, and write.

Hermione is feeling naueous and hormonal. Lately, it takes only little things to set off her temper. When one of those little things shows up in the form of a Daily Prophet article, Hermione has her shoes on and is off to the Ministry of Magic before you can say, "angry pregnant woman."

“Ginny,” he said, rushing over to me. When he got there, he continued, “I missed you so much Ginny. I-”
I raised my hand and… SMACK! I slapped him across the face with all I had.

The Battle of Hogwarts has finally ended. All is well, right? Well, not acording to Ginny Weasley. She has a bone to pick with Harry Potter, so if he thinks he is going to wander of to bed, he is sorely mistaken.

I hated the people who had done this to me, the people who thought they had the right to ruin everyone else’s lives, just because they could. And the worst part was that those people were my family. The fact that I was related to them made me feel that, in some twisted way, it was all my fault.It was all my fault
It was all my fault
It was all my fault
The phrase rang in my mind until I believed it. It was all my fault.

Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry. Every time her heart beat it was like it was saying his name over and over again. He was always there on the edge of her mind, driving her crazy with worry. Every morning she waited anxiously for news of him, praying there wasn’t, for if there was it would mean he had been caught.